Saturday, September 25, 2004
I’m not myself. What’s happening to me? My dear old self, from where, do I seek. Lost sheep, in the wilderness, I, the Shepard, can’t locate you. Return to me, my dear self. Return.
Should I change? Should my appearance change? Should my attitude change?
Abundant of questions... Lack of answers...
express yourself {12:20 AM}
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Dammit. I'm treated with no respect. I'm insulted. No one gives a fucking shit of how I feel and am. No one. Except some, probably, the minor. Just 1 or 2. The rest dun give a damn what's going in my mind. They treat me like junk. Thats how, I'm treating them back. Soon. You all wait.
express yourself {6:31 PM}